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CoMPany payLoaD 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Nolan and Yalin didn't stay around for the fireworks, making their exit. It was still early afternoon, Nolan having a commitment, duties to fulfill. First on his list, was his new secretary!
"This is two... no, like five times the size of my old office!" Yalin stood astounded, looking at a room the size slightly dwarfed by size to the `oval office' of the White House.
Walking over to what resembles a mini computer center, Nolan states, after realizing, "When did the company go `Apple?'"
"Nolan," Yalin goes to say something about the inability for the new addition to mesh with Microsoft,.
"I know. I'm having the whole building switched over to Mac. I can't have everybody envious of you now, can I?" Also, much to Yalin's surprise, "Oh, and, you won't have to worry about figuring all this technological stuff out."
Nolan got a look of wonder from Yalin.
Smiling, because he knew the question, answers, "A tech guy will be working with you, as well as," Nolan added another bout of humor to his lips, "if you approve, an assistant?"
"Assistant? I thought `I' was your assistant?"
More digging on his father, but stating facts, "Yalin, I'm offering you an executive position," he walks over to where Yalin is standing and like before, replicates his stance, hands to Yalin's sides, but this time on the inside of the jacket, "secretary to the board, as well as myself and if you agree, serve as model for the secretarial positions of the company, which would engage you in one on one and classroom instruction?"
By now the two had morphed to a statuesque position, as when his father caught the two in a tender moment.
Yalin poses the question, "This is a lot to think about?" Of course he didn't really care if he got an answer, having his doubts as whether he could really fit the shoes the position entailed.
Nolan's answer, a cool, "I bet you would make a hot master."
He broke away as Nolan is about to kiss, "But I thought you were top?"
"Ninety-nine percent, yes, but every man has the one percent of doubt, especially," he now shows no reluctance, handling Yalin's soft spot, "when there's much at stake?"
Kissing, Yalin showed no reluctance, both hands exploring. When he sought to finish unbuttoning Nolan's shirt, Nolan took the hint and returned the action, starting with loosening his opponent's tie.
"Excuse me?" He knew he was interrupting something in its infant stages, "Oh, am I interrupting something?"
His knock was almost inaudible, but his presence and voice enough of an intrusion, Nolan, his hands still engaged with dismantling Yalin's tie, turns to the door, "Not at all Jake. Come in," he admitted him with a hand to Jake's back, "come in and," bringing him face to face with Yalin, "meet your new superior, Yalin Tarazi. Yalin, Jake Golub, a know it all about computers, something I wish I could say about myself!"
"Glubovic," Jake says sternly, but not with harm intended.
The two staring at each other, Nolan furthers, "Sorry `bout that Jake. I was under the impression it was Golub?"
Jake had that look' on his face of how did you know?'.
Reading Jake's mind, Yalin says, "Don't ask me how, but Nolan... I mean Mr. Harrellsson knows all," tacking on, "about everybody!"
"Hm-m," Jake says in a sly manner, squinting his eyes for effect. Based on fact, it `was' Golub, him reverting it illegally to the original Golubovic, "wait till I bring up your personnel folder!"
"Sure!" Nolan quips, "No problem as long as you can figure out the password!" He laughs a `hee-hee'.
Jake laughs along with the two, but oh how the eighteen year old wished he could get alone with Nolan, have him tied down and sweetly discover that password, by some light physical means, heavy sexual torturing!
"Well, I'll leave you two alone to get settled in."
First thing Yalin says is, "You sure made an impact on Nolan."
"Oh?" Jake says, looking over the tech set up, "How's that go?"
"From elevator boy to executive computer expert?" Yalin renders, looking over his shoulder.
Jake reports, "The only reason I was dumped in the elevator position was because of my weight and the glasses?" Too, indignant in his approach, "At least that's the impression I got, but I knew it was old man Harrellsson's doing. He's the one who makes and breaks a person who works here, no matter if you're on the top or bottom floors. Thanks to Mr. Harrellsson... hey did he tell you too, to call him by his first name and cut out the formal shit?"
"Yes," Yalin replies meekly, leaving out the fact, the name transition came during a very close encounter!
Right after, Jeff tells, "All I wanted to say, if it wasn't for Nolan', I would have still been getting my ups and downs', cruising in that tiny box they call an elevator."
As Jeff tends to the computer system, Yalin is busy noticing the difference in working behind the scenes, as opposed to the corporate floors, the dress code. All cinched up to the neck in a tie and dress shirt, Jake is more dressed down, the striped dress shirt, opened at the collar, minus the tie. As he watches Jake punch stuff into the keyboard, his eyes dart to the V' opening, spying on the dark hair, wondering how far and wide it goes and does it continue in a wide swath downwards or peter out to a thick or thin trail? One thing he admired in men, the thick mat to lick, opposed to a boring smooth chest, stomach and if it happened to be, shaved pubes. Hair' was so much more exciting and tasty!
Looking up with suddeness, Jake asks, "Do you know how to..." Then bluntly, "Hey, were you checking me out?"
Backing away in a jump, Yalin states at first, "No," rapidly changing his mind, "uh, yeah. I was. Is that okay?" He then realizes it would only be `okay' if Jake were gay?
Detecting the dumbfounded mannerism, Jake replies as he turns to face Yalin, "I turn you on?"
Not being too attractive, the plump stomach, glasses hiding his looks primarily for his whole life, Jake Golubovic was more a `behind the scenes' guy. Abused when he was a kid and teen, about his weight, in college he hoped to try to bulk up some. In his fourth year of high school, he got the notion of wanting some process of fat elimination. Perhaps it was seeing muscled dudes in the lockerroom, shirts stripped, showing off those six packs, and more. Going back to child and teen-hood, because of his looks, he suffered as well socially, at times being bullied.
It was a shame, they both admitted, he and Ritchie Cruz finding out some queer facts about each other the day of graduation. Both beefy, cubs, because the seniors had also had some rapidly developing genes, causing their bods to blossom with chest, stomach and facial hair, found they could relate to each other.
Looking up at the digital clock on the wall, one which displayed time zones of the world, Jake says, "Oops! I'm supposed to be at a meeting."
"They can wait," Yalin exercised his executive position.
For the second time in his life some dude was checking him out instead of the other way around. This was reason enough for Jake to excited about telling his story. "If you say so."
"What happened?" Yalin licked lips in anticipation.
Funny thing, Jake equated Yalin's wet lips to something else, but let it ride for now, saying, "Nothing much. This guy, Ritchie Cruz and me, we found not only were we alike, physically, but we had the same interests."
"I don't get it though. You both were in the same school, right?"
"Yeah, but Ritchie was more interested in art than me, me not much interested in anything, except computer game, but the `rents still want me to go to college and major in anything."
The conversation got slightly off course, diverting to college, Yalin telling him it is a good opportunity to sharpen skills, but anxiously brought the conversation back home, "So you did not see Ritchie a lot because he was so involved in art?"
"You got it," Jake replied, remaining silent.
Like an archeologist on a dig, Yalin asks, "That's it?"
"Of course there's more," but Jake was unsure of trekking on `weird ground.'
Even though it was left unsaid, Yalin completed his primary objective, Jake being gay. As Nolan had figured out about him, via deciphering his personnel file, he more used his intuition, or as they call it, `gaydar', to make his first corporate decision. Rather than postpone any sharing of facts, Yalin takes on Nolan's sexual repose, going ape on Jake, his hands darting to the first button of Jake's shirt, which happened to be the third button down.
Rather than an ounce of surprise, Jake takes in stride, especially since he had caught Nolan and Yalin `at it'. Only thing he wasn't certain, who pitched and who was wearing the catcher's mitt. "Oh yeah, baby!"
All the time he unbuttoned Jake's shirt, probably because he wasn't as experienced at an impromtu manner of stripping a dude, Yalin asks, "Is this okay?"
"Mm-m-m!" was Jake's reply, his chin almost touching his furry chest as he stare towards busy hands at work.
"Okay if I pull out?" Yalin asks, clutching a tiny piece of fabric with each hand, holding as much of the opened shirt, which had already begun to expose Jake's rounded stomach, in two places, his deep bellyhole acting like a button to keep it indented.
Surrendering for now, Jake replies, "Uh-huh."
Furthering his attempt to make Jake shirtless, Yalin gives a yank, pulling each side from out of the dress pants, held up by a studded, black belt. "I like your belt," he smiles.
Now, exercising his right to do so, since he felt wholeheartedly this was bending towards the situation he had hoped for, he exercises his right as a prelude to their unfolding relationship, "Why thank you, but why don't you just get busy and start unbuckling it?"
Not being sure, Yalin says in an unsure manner, "Um... okay."
With more hinting, Jake does what he did with the last guy he sharpened his skills on, placing his hands on Yalin's shoulders, pressing firmly.
Unsure himself, Yalin asks, "You want me to kneel down?"
Answering Jake says, "I like smart guys!" He added a toothless smile.
Standing there for a moment, Yalin tells, "I am not sure."
"Oh?" Jake replies, a little disappointed, thinking he had it in the bag. About to finish Yalin's job of stripping his shirt, he held it out, ready peel off his shoulders, but stopped, asking, "Not sure about what?"
"You are going to want me to suck your cock, right?"
Right away a thoughts runs through Jake's mind, Yalin's not a cocksucker, but rather a top-man, other idea popping into his head was to accept the fact, leaving room still for domination, for breaking. However, he hadn't fully achieved a dominant's status, still in the rookie stage, so pushed it aside. "No problem."
However, all hopes are not dashed, Yalin saying, "I am not sure."
Sure, Jake was as eager to see what was under the facade of Yalin's shirt and tie, but being he was in the same boat it seemed, in the `inexperienced' class, he says, "Fine. No problem, because you see, this is kind of new to me too."
An edge of doubt in his mind, Yalin first thought, Not sure about gay sex?' or was there something he missed'? He chose the first option, "About having man-to-man sex?"
"Oh, no, no, no. Not at all!" If it wasn't the sex, Jake thought next, he would have to give up the real reason, "Y'see... I know I'm gonna blow it, but..." Still he hesitated.
The two staring face to face, Yalin's facial expression tried to draw Jake's words out of his mouth.
Being mentally interrogated, control shifting back and forth, Jake went for broke, hinting, without getting into the varied subject, "Have you ever been tied down?" Furthering his explanation, he plays out his words, moving his legs apart, stretching his arms over his head, forming an `X' with bod, as if he's cuffed and strung up on a restraining apparatus. "Like this?"
Smiling, Yalin could give him a direct answer. It was water under the bridge, him thinking back to Erik, being taken home on occasions and the company executive getting kinky, tying ropes around his wrists and ankles and as he lay faced down on the bed, first objects, then soft meat shoved up his ass.
Trying to read' a definite answer from Yalin's face, he found it impossible to decipher, yes' or `no'.
He might have had unwilling thoughts to turn bottom', submissive', whatever it was called to force one to his knees and fish out cock, one thing which kept Yalin mesmerized was all this dark fur. Shifting his eyes towards the space under Jake's chin, he takes liberty to reach out, place hands in a grooming manner and rub them over pecs, sliding down to the slightly curved out stomach. He makes comment, "I like this!"
"Ohh-h-h-h-h-h...."
With the pleasing response, Yalin carried it further. He hadn't intended to do so, but when his hands rubbed over the pointy nips, he found it kind of whimsical to do something new, cocked his head, opened his mouth. From the circumference he stuck his tongue out.
Simultaneously, both felt the effects, Jake cooing out in a soothing tone, almost as when a guy, like Ritchie, sucked on his balls. On the other side of the coin, Yalin couldn't believe what a sensation he got. While his mouth toyed with Jake's nip, the other as well teasing the other pec-spot, his right hand sunk down, below Jake's bellyhole and slid under the leather-studded beltline!
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Brains, intuition, experience in the field as a rookie, gave Nolan most of the smarts he needed to deal with not only a company, but the ability to juggle employees according to not only merit, but be a mindreader as well.
After leaving Yalin with Jake, he knew what he started to build was crumbling like being built on liquid ground. He joked to himself as he left the executive suite, "I guess I can kiss `that' goodbye!" He meant a relationship he had hopes of pursuing.
"Oh well... what the hell!" he giggled, but it was then he had passed by one of the offices, door open, then literally backed up, retracing his steps.
Immediately his mind play like a computer, searching the database for information on the reddish-haired guy sitting at one of the cubicles, second row from the door. Unfortunately he couldn't come up with even a clue. He searched so many profiles on the master computer employee reference file, more interested in the male pictures, but couldn't sync his brain with any redheads.
Being in the building for the first time, he's surprised by a fellow he doesn't recognize, "May I be of help sir?"
Nolan wondered if this was a first chance meeting for the other dude, so he projected the classic line, "Have we met?"
Giving a quizzical look, turning his head slightly to the side, crinkling up one eye, raising the brow of the other, and looked like he was peering at his subject with one eye, he answers, "Classic line," he shakes his head back and forth as if disgusted and before Nolan can react, laughs.
Being they never had met, Nolan thought this dude was taking a chance, insinuating him being not straight. "No," he said to the guy, who looked a little older than himself, maybe, twenty-nine or thirty, "if I had rightly decided to pick up a guy, I would have introduced myself like this!" All puckered up, he placed a hand behind the dude's head, partially dipping him as he gave him a kiss on the lips.
Without taking a breath, he replies, "Wow! What do I have to do to get another one like that?"
He was laughing while Nolan was running up a tally of things which would earn him credits!
"By the way, I am Esteban Miguel Hernandez Iquierdo."
"I'm afraid I can't beat that," Nolan says as his `shaking hand' is grasped.
"And you are?"
Such was the fervor of pizzazz, lingering moments from the forward kiss, Esteban offering the handshake, Nolan delayed answering, "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Nolan Michael Harrellsson... um, that's it!"
"It is enough," Esteban relayed, thinking if he was forced into a position of getting kissed by this handsome blond hunk, it was enough! He discovers, "Why does that name sound familiar?" He pockets his right elbow in his left palm, scratching his dark goatee.
"You're such an asshole, Esteban!" the boisterous voice announces himself, moving Esteban aside.
Being the clown he can be, Esteban makes like he was shoved into the wall by Robocop!
Ignoring Esteban, the dude reaches out a hand, saying, "Good to meet you Mr. Harrellsson. I'm Corin McInness. How about having dinner with me tonight?"
Nolan had to hand it to the `kid', obviously younger and a bit aggressive, but he decided to turn him down, mostly because he was ready to laugh his ass off at what Esteban was doing behind Corin's back. "Gee, I'd really like to Corwin, but..."
"It's Corin, okay?"
"Corin. Yeah, uh, but I have a previous engagement. Maybe another time."
"Suit your self, but you're missing out on a hot time!"
Walking right out the door, Esteban dropped the charades, stopped making twisted faces in portraying the character of `Corin'.
Walking up to Esteban, Nolan says, "Have you ever thought about doing standup comedy?"
"Nah," Esteban shoes the idea away in words and his flapping hand. "Nope, more interested in rising up the ranks." Said proud, "Maybe some day even office manager, but not like that bitch, Corin!"
Thumbing his thumb over his shoulder Nolan asks, "That bitch manages this office?"
Acknowledging, Esteban says, "I'd like to take that brat over my knees and give him a good spanking!" He laughs out loud.
Thinking the same thing, only Esteban's stomach lying across both thighs, Nolan alters his thoughts, saying, "I was thinking along the same lines, but maybe a different twist?"
"You into spanking?" Esteban dives from the surface into one of the varied subjects of domination and submission.
"I could be. You into the," Nolan's arm makes like his hand is whipping, "the whips and chain stuff?" Already his pubes had reacted, his words confirming it. Oh man, would he love to have fun with an `older' man.
Their conversation didn't define their roles, Esteban saying as he closes in on Nolan, "Oh-h-h-h, you've hit a sensitive subject there, Nolan... alright if I call you that?"
"Fine." Because the back and forth banter was stirring him up, "What did you have in mind?" He smiled, thinking he had it in the bag, ruling over Esteban with a leather strap.
"I have a little set up in my basement. If you're up for it, we could go there tonight, string you up. I'd love to see what you can take?"
Shocked over the answer, since he thought things were swinging in reverse order, Nolan stuttered, "Well, I had thought..."
"Hey, don't be scared of me. I'll take it easy on you. We use safe words and take it easy on newcomers." Esteban also assumes, "Since you have obviously been in a dungeon before, I am sure you can take a good amount of willing abuse?"
Ready to refute his words, Nolan found, as with Yalin, ready to sink to a lowly state, all based on the way his balls were pulsing, knowingly sending rich creme into his shaft. "Well, sure," he found himself saying not sure of exactly what he was getting himself into. All he knew is, other than going to a leather bar, a chance meeting, plus in open environment, coming across a guy interested in fantasy role play, was unrealistic and here it was, falling right into his lap!
"Bueno! Maybe the dinner you were offering Corin, you could offer me?"
Nolan had a flashback, knowing that's not how it went. Corin had invited him to dinner. However, so revved up, he didn't chance it, breaking off this new found friendship, "Of course. How does the Schooner sound?" he picks a middle of the road eatery.
"I don't like fish." Then picking a place beyond his means, "I was thinking more, `Flathead manor?'"
All Nolan could do is think of this as humorous, as if Esteban had brought up another joke. However, mesmerized and tantalized, he says, "Flathead Manor it is."
"Bueno!" Esteban says, adding, "then maybe we can have some fun?" wanting to make sure they were still on the same wavelength.
"I don't know," Nolan replies, "it being a work night and all."
Esteban hurriedly says, since his balls were boiling too, "Oh you have no worry. I will only beat you for two hours!" He cries out in laughter.
Nolan slowly caught on, but leaving the office, wasn't sure about submitting himself to two hours of... "Hm-m," he wondered out loud, but in the secret dungeon of his mind, tried to figure out if the flogger was the only implement Esteban was going to use on him!
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